This Is Not a Game - This Is Not a Game chapter 183

What are you?

Kyaaa!

The moment I set foot on the altar, the black dragon, which stood upright as if touching the ceiling, opened its mouth wide and attacked the meteor.

Instead of avoiding it, Yoosung stretched his arms up and down and held on to the black dragon’s snout.

A clash between a human weighing less than 100 kg and a monster weighing dozens of tons.

It was a structure that could not be established in a power contest based on common sense, but Yooseong had an item that could break common sense.

“aaa!”

3,000 points of strength.

Although it may not seem like a big deal in terms of numbers, it is actually at a level where it is possible to compete with dragons.

Even meteor’s strength is slightly higher than that due to the effects of various items and skills.

Because of the difference in weight, it was impossible to suppress the black dragon, but it was not difficult to block the charge.

And Aris did not miss the gap created by Meteor.

Pajijijik!

A mithril alloy bullet accelerated to Mach 15 or higher with intense sparks flew towards the Black Dragon’s Wrath.

Silent bullets that are fired faster than sound and cannot even be perceived, let alone react.

The bullet, which had more than 20 megajoules of destructive power, shattered the black dragon’s head beyond the point of penetrating the evil.

“This is Baek Gwang Cheon-nyeo’s martial arts… … .”

“They said they killed enemies with invisible power, but it wasn’t false.”

Exclamations of admiration erupted from everywhere.

Blood Young Reaper, Muwon Ambassador, Reverse Divergence.

The power of the railgun, which killed the black dragon, which had been intact even with the combined efforts of three absolute masters and numerous unmanned soldiers, was shocking enough to make even the legacy of the Tongcheon Shinma forgotten for a moment.

But some were different.

The blood-yeong envoy, Muwon ambassador, and the few people they delivered the transmission to separately raised the tension even more.

Completely dead Black Dragon, Baekgwang Cheonnyeo who collapsed after striking a blow, Meteor who did not appear as if he was attacked by the Black Dragon.

Many people’s eyes crossed.

A situation on the verge of bursting at any moment.

Someone who couldn’t see the people who couldn’t make a decision and hesitated pulled the trigger instead.

Awesome!

“Aagh!”

“This, you coward!”

The members of the red blood squad suddenly swung their swords at the Murimmaeng and the ronin.

I felt a slight sense of incongruity as to why a first-class member of the Red Blood Corps attacked first instead of the absolute master Blood Young Reaper, but I didn’t have time to think about it in detail.

Ambassador Muwon and Jegalyeong, who were paying attention to the movements of the blood-yeong messenger and the red blood squad, reacted reflexively.

“Haap!”

“Everyone surround the Red Bloods!”

The new model of Muwon, wrapped in golden writing, split into nine pieces and attacked the blood-young reaper, and the warriors of the Murimmaeng moved in perfect order, not panicking at the sudden change of situation, following the order of Jegalyeong.

“Like hypocrites from a filthy political faction!”

When a subordinate suddenly attacked the warrior of the Murimmaeng, the embarrassing Blood Young Reaper regained his composure in an instant.

I don’t know what happened, but looking at the reaction speed of the factionists, it was clear that Han Yuseong was trying to surprise him as he had warned.

‘Kill everyone.’

Even though the player was taken away, that didn’t matter.

The Reaper of Blood Young used the Red Blood Spirit and fired a long shot.

It was an extremely simple job with no technical skills to be found, but that was enough.

There was no need for any change in the red blood divine technique, the most dominant martial art in all times and modern times.

Seruk!

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The alter egos of Great Master Muwon, created by Yantai Gupu, dazzled the eyes of the Blood Spirit Reaper by performing various Shaolin ascending seasons, but melted like fog the moment they passed by one sheet enveloped in red river air.

The Great Master Muwon, who managed to avoid the attack of the Blood Young Reaper by using the Vajrapani Dharma, once again displayed solidarity while swallowing back the blood that had risen up to his throat.

Shaolin’s first new law, Yantai Gupum, required as much internal effort as its power.

Even in normal times, the limit was 10 times, and it was almost to the point of death to open the regimental items one after another, but there was no other way to keep the Blood Young Reaper tied.

‘All I have to do is hold on until Zhuge Lieutenant comes to help!’

Unlike the warriors of the Murimmaeng, who preserved considerable strength, the Red Blood Corps was attacked by the Black Dragon and had less than 30% of them left.

Although he acknowledged the strength of the blood-young reaper, he could have won enough if he and over a hundred warriors under the command of Jegal-young joined forces in a situation where he was tired from fighting the black dragon.

‘… … They must be thinking the same thing.’

A sneer lingered on the lips of the Blood Young Reaper.

It was so ridiculous that it made me feel sorry for him.

I don’t know if the reverse divergence is added, but I can’t stop myself with a single muwon ambassador.

It would be faster for me to kill the Muwon Ambassador and kill everyone present than for the vassals of the Murimmaeng to defeat the Red Blood Band.

The Blood Young Reaper, who wanted to end this tedious fight as soon as possible and obtain the legacy of the Tongcheon Shinma, used the red blood magic.

However, something unexpected happened to the bloody reaper.

“Yeah these guys! What are you doing now!”

“Caught!”

“shit! run!”

While the Murim Meng and Sa Hwang-ryun were fighting, the ronin started running towards the altar.

The blood-young reaper’s eyes flared up.

“Those who aren’t even scumbags, dare to cross over to me?!”

The blood-young envoy with a hot-tempered personality momentarily forgot the existence of the Muwon ambassador in front of him and started his career toward the ronin at the altar.

A streak of career spewing out from the palm of the Blood Young Reaper split into countless careers in an instant, and those who were touched by the red blood god’s hegemonic powers died instantly, pouring blood from the chilgong.

‘Gap!’

The gap that the Blood Spirit Reaper saw for the first time.

Ambassador Muwon did not miss the opportunity.

Kwajik!

“big… … .”

The Arahant priesthood, which was unfolded with all its might, broke through the self-defense and was inserted into the side of the blood-young envoy.

The Bloody Reaper, who was glaring at the Great Master Muwon with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and raised his internal energy.

His ribs were shattered and his intestines badly damaged.

If you go to a long-term battle, your chances of winning will drop dramatically.

At this moment, when the flow of inner energy was not interrupted, I had to win.

“Kuh! Blood Spirit Reaper! Give up!”

Sensing an ominous feeling, Master Muwon once again opened the arhat priesthood, but the god of blood-yeong raised his hands toward the sky without even defending himself.

“Everybody die!”

A blood-colored steel ball that formed between the palms of the Blood Young Reaper soared into the sky.

A steel ball that emits a brilliant light like the sun.

But it wasn’t like the sun.

Papa baba babat!

Innumerable needles of the river began to shoot from the river sphere.

It was the rain of death.

The needle of Kangi, imbued with the energy of extreme defeat, pierced everything.

There were people with martial arts capable of striking out the needle of the river, but it was impossible to block all the rain of the river that literally poured like rain.

Muwon, who endured until the end, eventually died with dozens of holes pierced in his body.

“Ha, ha, cool!”

Blurred pupils, wrinkled skin, white gray hair.

The Reaper of Blood Young, who looked like he was in his 30s, changed into an old man in an instant.

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Jinwonjingi, the source of life, exploded, resulting in rapid aging.

Exploding Jinwonjingi is practically an act of suicide, so he would never have done it normally, but there was a corner where he believed in the blood-young reaper.

“Legacy of Tongcheon Shinma. If only I could get a legacy… … .”

Tongcheon Shinma, the best person in the world, would not have left only a few books on martial arts.

He must have also left valuable elixirs and decrees behind.

In addition, it was calculated that if he took the Black Dragon’s inner edge, he would be able to recover the exhausted Jinwon Jingi.

The Blood Spirit Reaper, who was coughing up a long cough and ascending toward the altar, suddenly stopped walking.

“Come out.”

“This is true. I tried to hide, but I was soon exposed.”

The black dragon’s head lifted up, and a meteor stained with blood came out from below.

The Blood Young Reaper, who was looking at the smiling Yoosung, said in a muddy voice.

“Is this something you made up?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I know everything, so don’t be fooled. I thought something was strange from the moment I suddenly sent a telegram. I was thinking of killing you after dealing with the Murim Meng and the Nangin, but I never thought it would turn out like this.”

The Blood Young Reaper, who had been muttering dejectedly, fell forward as if his strength was exhausted.

To be precise, I did not collapse, but pretended to have collapsed.

The Blood Young Reaper straightened his bent knees and flew towards the meteor.

“Die!”

The explosion of the second epicenter.

It was a dangerous act that could lead to loss of life beyond reduced lifespan and aging, but if he couldn’t defeat the meteor here anyway, he would have died.

‘What are you going to do? will you back off? Or will you fight? Either way you die.’

The Blood Young Reaper was certain of victory.

Watching him fight the black dragon, he roughly figured out what skill level Yuseong had.

The power that can’t be pushed even by the black dragon is amazing, but that’s all.

Yuseong hadn’t mastered the martial arts that could properly use that power, and the depth was also shallow.

‘The level of martial arts, proficiency, and precision. all below expectations In terms of martial arts level, it’s only first-class.’

Not much is needed.

If he attacked without knowing the subject, he was confident that he would kill Meteor within one second, and within three seconds if he ran away.

However, the situation did not go as the Blood Young Reaper expected.

The new type of meteor split into several pieces, each charging at it from different directions.

It’s a martial art that you can’t know if you don’t know.

It was because it was the martial art used by the deaengjung who had been fighting until just now.

“Yeondae Goods?!”

It is certainly.

This guy is now casting a proper solidarity tool, not imitation.

Confused, the Reaper of Blood Young came to his senses when he saw the alter egos approaching nearby.

The scary thing about Yeondaegupum was that it was impossible to distinguish between the main body and the alter ego.

While ignoring it as an alter ego, he was attacked by the main body and had to fight as if he were actually fighting nine enemies.

An ordinary warrior would have allowed the attack because his limbs became dizzy after dealing with a large number of clones, but fortunately, the Blood Young Reaper had the Red Blood Spirit.

Seruk.

The alter egos exposed to the aura of the chauvinistic Red Blood Spirit were scattered as they were.

The Blood Young Reaper, who found the real meteor about to step back, gave a cruel smile and fired a shot.

“I don’t know how he learned Shaolin’s martial arts, but if he did, catch him! In front of the Red Blood God… … .”

“It’s a red blood god. Are you talking about this?”

“… … What?”

The Blood Young Reaper made a stupid expression.

It had to be.

It was because the meteor’s hand had the same blood-colored river as if it had formed on his own hand.

I thought it was a different martial art with the same color of the river, but the energy felt from the river was clearly the Dokmunsimbeop that only the master of the Four Hwangryuns could learn, and the energy of the red blood divine art created by the Red Blood Sazone, who was called the legend of Sapa Murim in the distant past.

Damn it!

The moment the energy of the two poles that could never coexist collided, a powerful repulsive force that tore apart space arose.

The meteor’s arm, which was protected by the 99% reduction in shock mitigation option of Tyrant’s arms, was intact, but the blood-soul reaper’s arm was swept away by the repulsive force and torn to shreds.

The Blood Young Reaper muttered as he watched the bloody river that approached his eyes.

“… … What the hell are you?”

Kwajik!

The last thing the Blood Young Reaper heard was the sound of his own head breaking.

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